Hello ladies!
Never thought I will startwriting this series again. However, something happened which reminded me ofthis and I can’t seem to let go of this idea of continuing this. So, here I amreappearing after a long hiatus of three years to continue a story that is justone letter old. In case you have forgotten about the first one, as you shouldafter the long gap, I’ll be posting both here.
Before continuing, let meclarify, this is a story which I have seen unfold in front of me from veryclose quarters. Some incidents from the story have actually happened in reallife to a person who is very very close to me. There will be times when the leadswill appear to be idiotic, taking all the wrong decisions but please keep inmind that humans are flawed. And this is a story of two flawed individuals.
Without wasting any more time,let me start this now!
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Hii girls! Hope you haven't forgotten me. This is the creation of a insomniac mind. Do read and review. Both good and bad comments are welcome as long as you do not bash these characters.
This is going to be a series of letters that Jodha Das Gupta writes to her classmate. It deals with the problems that students face in their school life. But remember none of these letters have a reply as she doesn't post them.
Well, the first one is here. And the others will come after my exams.
...LETTER 1...
Dear X,
I know you will never read this and that's why I got the courage to write it. Sorry for calling you X but I don't know your name. I thought of asking Trisha about you but caught myself at the last moment, fearing her curiosity.
But before I start my useless chatter, for I know this will be useless to you if you once get to read this. But don't worry, you won't ever know about it as I'm afraid of repeating what once happened between me and Kunal. You must believe me when I say that I haven't called him a "bas***d". To be truthful, I didn't know about that word and if you would have known me, you would have been aware of the fact that I hate cursing people, let alone cursing my first crush in this new school with such a bad word. Yes, after the whole fiasco with the class teacher and Principal, I checked the dictionary and got to know the meaning. I don't know how he heard me calling him "that" (from now I'll refer to the word as that word), when I've never uttered it, I guess there was some foul play involved. May be his girlfriend did something, such as informing him about the incident which never happened, but I had to bear the brunt. I was convicted of a crime that I never committed and when I opposed, everyone made me the bad girl. I still curse myself for revealing about my feelings. May be the revelation acted as the trigger.
By now, you must have understood who am I. After all, the girl who takes admission in class V and manages to get in the bad book of teachers and classmates should be easily recognisable. You must wonder why am I writing this to you. The answer is I don't know. May be the lopsided smile that you gave me after Kunal decided to rest the matter forever on your advice made this possible, or the fact that you asked him not to make a mountain of a molehill affected me. There are a thousand possible may be(s). But the actual reason is unknown to me.
I just wanted to make someone believe that I haven't done what I've been accused of, and I wrote this to make sure that the illusion of the unknown guy from the next section, whom my overactive brain has conjured up and who helped me get over the controversy knew the truth.
You must know that the girl who's writing you this letter is a week one, a real weak one, for she lacks the courage to stand up for herself when she knows that she's being wronged. But alas! My weak heart and the shamed soul is too tired to face the matter let alone wanting justice for it. Yes, I've taken the blame, had been the bad girl whom the teachers abhorred and now let the matter rest in peace.
I must agree that the last six months had been better than the previous six. My results have improved. I've made some friends again who didn't bring up the matter and my personal life has been less of a mess. All in all it was good. Kunal and me are still not in talking terms. I guess he hates my shadow too. I won't try to get close to him, for I've learnt to stay away from him the hard way. The crush I harboured! Don't even think about it. It has been crushed completely and I guess it has managed to crush a piece of me also, for my mother says that she thinks that I've changed. She finds it odd that the girl who used to be an extrovert, now avoids socialising. But how can I say her the reason. I guess it's better left unsaid.
Just see what I done. All I had planned was to write about the incident and inform "the virtual" you that I'm not the one to be blamed, and now see the number of paragraphs that I've written. I'm like this and I know I've to change this habit too. So the next thing I'll do will be to insert a pause button in me. That's funny, isn't it? But I've to do it. I promise I'll make myself unavailable for gossips.
Oh! Another thing! I'll have to know your name. One year in the same class(though different sections) and I still don't know your name. I'll have to ask Trisha but I won't ask her directly because I know that will just grab attention of the gossip makers. Don't worry, I'll find out a way.
Enough for now. Wishing you all the best for the new class. Class VI is awaiting us. I wish one day we'll talk. I want to see whether the real-you is similar to the virtual-you.
Yours unknown classmate,
Jodha
P.S. No worries! There won't be a second one.
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Will take your leave from now. After this piece, at last the bed is calling me. Hit the like button and review it. Will be waiting for your comments!
Love you all,
Barnali..
* Letter 2 is in the next post.
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